Thursday, February 4, 2010

construct.

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don't feel alone
This is a place where i feel at home.

And I built a home,
For you.
For me.

Until it disappeared,
From me.
From you.
And now, it's time to leave and turn to dust.

- To Build a Home, The Cinematic Orchestra.

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